Hot & Bothered

I caught my reflection today at the stream. I was not certain if it was truly my body reflecting back at me. I used to be a very solid warrior but now as I look at the water, I am not the same as I once was. I have been spending alot of time in the forge and the heat from the forge itself makes a Tuchuk lose some of that thickness in his body. This season though has been especially hard and I am not eating as much as I used to. I suspect this is the result. On the plus side, I am seeing muscles I have not seen before because there is nothing covereing them now. I tell myself I am going to be fine for if there was a true problem, Silken would surely have said something. Just another perk of having a healer as a mate. The heat though is becoming more of a problem as the season wears on. The stream, like my body, is shrinking. Especially as of late. The grass is sadly dying and the bosk are now getting restless. The weakest ones have started to succomb to the heat. Life on the plains, in general, has slowed to a crawl. One does not need to be a spex to know that something is different on the plains. You can almost taste it, smell it in the air. Something is wrong and it shall show itself sooner or later. Preferably sooner, I hate waiting.